Sonia Manzano
speaker
283 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Jun 2026
last heard 6d ago
Sonia Manzano’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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But after smoking in silence for a while, he untied the box and a huge, white, majestic bird appeared.
Severiano grasped its legs as though it were a chicken, and when no one was around, he launched it into the air.
The bird initially flapped uncertainly, but then found its balance and flew away, its wings extended like a white brushstroke in the Tijuana night sky.
Severero followed its progress until it was lost in the darkness above my building, and that's when he saw me in the open window.
He smiled.
It had been a long time since anyone had smiled at me.
Hello, he said from below, raising his hat like someone in a Pedro Infante movie.
We chatted a while, making small talk, but some shady characters came by and were looking hard at him, so I invited him up to my apartment.
I know, you shouldn't do that sort of thing, especially not in Tijuana, but at that time, I wasn't worried about being killed.
I couldn't have cared less.
I made chamomile tea and we sat in the living room, which also held the dinner table and my wardrobe.
I asked Emiliano what kind of bird he'd freed and he said he wasn't sure but thought she was some sort of giant cockatoo.
Her name was Rosaura.
But he hadn't freed her, he said.
Every so often at night, he released Rosaura in different parts of the city, and she always found her way home.
He went on to say that he had other birds, a lot of them, and one or two reptiles.
When the police detained smugglers of exotic avian species, the wildlife department would contact Severiano and ask him to look after the birds until they found a biologist or a nature reserve to take them.
They usually stayed with him for a month or two, but sometimes nobody came to collect them, and Severiano ended up caring for the animals for years or forever.
He told me he had a farm in the hills near Tijuana with a view of the border, and as he said this, I felt him turning to look at my legs at the thick scar resulting from the accident.
I asked if I could visit his farm.
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